Well Speed Ball, the wild motorcyclist, Rode his motorcycle very fastWith a twist of the wrist he'd give it the gasThere wasn't nothin' on the road he couldn't pass

He had a big black leather jacketWith an eagle on the back & zippers up the sleevesAnd when he rode down the roadHis long black greasy duck tails just blowed in the breeze

Every night he'd rev up his motorAnd drag down the main street of townHe had plenty of nerve, he'd swerve on a curveHe loved to run those pedestrians down (Aaaaaa! )

{spoken}Look out here comes that happy fool on that Harley.Say how do you know he's happy?Say by the bugs on his teeth.Watch out here he comes. (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

Well Speed had a girl name of Sugar BeetSayin' my she was a lovely childWhen she'd sit back of Speed on the buddy seatYou know it would drive old Speed Ball wild

{spoken}And she'd say, 'Come on baby, Say let's get some kicks''So let's make it, So let's take off, So let's scratch man''Say come on cool daddy, Let's hear them tires screechOn that concrete, Yeah Yeah Yeah'Oh when she talked that trash to ol' Speed like that, Say it'd just tear him up and he'd just oh lose his mindAnd he'd say, 'Hang on Baby'And he'd twist that handlebar (Brrrwow)Take off and burn that road for half a mile (Brrrrrrrrrrrrr)

Well one night he was rollin' down the highwaySugar Beet was hangin' on ridin' doubleWhen he heard that police siren screamAnd he knew he was in for some trouble

So he gave it the gas and watched the speedometerNeedle say a hundred and tenAnd then he looked back around and he smiled'Cause he knew he'd done outrun the police again

Well he thought he was the king of the highwayAnd that's when he ran out of luck, yeahJust for a thrill, he passed on a hillAnd blapt, right into a truck

{spoken}Whoa it was terrible, when the police found themNext mornin' they was both hangin' up in the treesThat motocycle was tore all to piecesBut you know Speed Ball & Sugar BeetThey weren't hurt much, No they wasn'tSay he just broke his arm in seven placesAnd all it did to her was smear her lipstick... All over the highway. But you know it wasn't seriousAnd when they got out of the hospitalThey learned their lessionAnd from now on they're gonna play it safeThey gonna take that GreyhoundAnd leave the drivin' to that smiley cat on t.v.And everything is gonna be cool, Yeah

Whoa, And that's the story of Speed BallThe wild motorcyclist, don't ride his motor no moreNo Speed Ball, the wild motorcyclistDone found a better way to go